Generational Gap

I’m sensing a generational gap here
I listen as she tells her story, which seems to be mine too
Her teeth whistle when she talks sometimes
My words slur when I’m tired

I see myself in this stranger
She’s as afraid of cancer in her 70 years as I am in my 21
It took her mother, her two sisters, but she’s going to Norway anyway
My mother’s still here, but I’m still as defiant as ever

I won’t let this disease take my life from me
The lump in her side won’t stop her from living her dreams
My too likely odds won’t stop me from living mine

I’m sensing a generational gap here
But we are one and the same

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